You say I'm pretty, but am I still pretty when,
I cry alone at night,
Well not alone, merely with the darkness,
When the depression hits,
Waves of sadness and heartbreak, wash over me,
When all is black except for the dim light my phone emits I see,
Through it shining my text to you of "I'm ok,"
When really I'm breaking,
Am I still pretty,
When alone my anxiety consumes me,
Tears stream my face,
When my heart beats in a race,
I can't even think,
Yet constantly overthinking my thoughts sink,
Am I really still pretty,
I plead,
With my old scars,
Yet on this canvas you drew stars,
Until shamefully I gave in and made the faded lines bleed,
You don't draw galaxies around these,
Instead you dry my sad eyes and say please,
Don't do this to yourself,
You can talk to me,
You give me a hug and whisper,
Faintly, softly, kindly,
You'll always be pretty, you say,
I just want you to be ok.
YOU ARE READING
Until these wounds heal
PoetryPoetry which covers topics of: Anxiety, depression, sh, sadness, love, relationships, friendships. If you want to read a specific topic just ask me and I can recommend the poems I think would suit you best. Poetry, because I'm convinced that it's t...
